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Sometimes it’s more painful to stay and watch someone you love who had so much light just dim out and fade away. It’s the reminder that they once danced but no longer footprints made with a joyous prance. The bed is molded by a body in the shape of defeat, where feet once embarked upon miles of opportunit. Now they lay movement free in rivers of tears that drown, what’s no longer here. Cleansing of the inner Devine. Like an abolishment of what’s wrong in our eyes of blurry fright. Yet we need not forget to seek light in the darkest of holes. Creating a space allowing faith rays to brighten your soul. Uncovering corners of black deceit. Removing the spirit of fear and insanity. There is no vacancy for them here. You can cast away spirits if they show no mercy and bring you fear. You have the power, but you have to know You have to be aware when to hold on and when to let go.It starts with us. I can’t love you more than I do me, if I can’t even see reasons I am worthy of loving you. Let alone me. Every hair was made with care.Like every crack is not a mistake. Every bit of you is whole. We can’t save another unless we have a pure soul, with intentions of love for thy neighbor and self. But love thyself first, or you can’t love anyone else.

By Sierra Mazzucca